A crowd of gawkers stood around to watch
a digger lift the dead calf from the beach.
A Devon Red, its beaten hide sand-caked,
twisted legs flung out, looking like it might
have dugs its way up from some darker place
to die, satisfied, in ozone and light.
The driver heel-screwed his cigarette,
climbed in the cab and turned toward the calf.
One clouded eye stared up, pointing blindly
at the canvas sky. A polished pebble,
quartz and slate embedded in a slab
of sand and hair. An eye that once looked
through a thin fence without understanding.
The digger chuntered in. We turned aside.
Delighted to have my poem Calf Eye picked up by Caught By The River for their excellent and inspiring site www.caughtbytheriver.net
Thanks to The Clearing/Little Toller where it was originally published earlier this year (see post below)